Some dames wear secrets like perfume. This one wore hers in crimson velvet.
When a mysterious woman walks into Frank Mercer’s smoke-filled office, she brings more than just a case—she brings trouble. Her sister is missing, the city’s underworld is watching, and every answer drips with lies.
Mercer knows better than to trust a woman like Angel Devine. She’s too smooth, too sharp—and far too connected to the kind of men who don’t need business cards. But he takes the case anyway. Maybe it’s the way she asks. Maybe it’s the coat. Maybe it’s just a man’s worst instincts dressed up as chivalry.
What starts as a simple missing person case turns into a maze of blood, betrayal, and buried sins. And at the center of it all… the girl in the crimson coat.
Step into the shadows. Pour a bourbon. And follow Mercer into a case that might just bury him.